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Fic or HCs (whatever is easiest!) where Zoe is busy playing video games and MC keeps trying to… distract her (in NSFW ways) please🤤

Written by: Squirrel

MC hadn’t intended for things to start this way. She had innocently taken a shower to clean up after a particularly frustrating painting session. She had paint from head to toe.

Nothing about this heist has gone to plan. All of the Poppy has declared a break for a few days before tensions run any higher.

Back in Zoe’s bedroom MC goes to the bed and flops down. Zoe is at her desk gaming and shuts off her mic.

“How was your shower?”

“I took a bath.”

“Oh good.”

MC props herself up on her elbows. Something tells her that while Zoe is so sweetly checking on her, her attention is still very much divided. At the moment, she’d like to be the primary recipient of her girlfriend’s attention.

“I found a dinosaur at the bottom of the bath. We made an alliance and decided to conquer France.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

If she needed any proof Zoe wasn’t fully listening, she got it. MC smirks to herself. Setting the towel aside she saunters over to the door.

“I’m going to make a snack, do you want anything?”

“Just you.”

MC rolls her eyes at the irony. Instead she leans back against the door as dramatically as possible, raising one arm up over her head. This could very easily be perceived as pinup sexy or horror movie laughable.

Or, neither.

Feeling challenged now she stalks over to the desk slowly. MC runs her hands into her hair and swings her hips, cocking her head to look at Zoe in a way that, if the hacker was paying attention, would make her blush.

When she’s close enough to reach out and touch Zoe smirks, “I have peripheral vision you know.”

“So what am I doing then?” MC slowly brings her hands down, sweeping them over her waist and hips before sliding her palms along the inside of her thighs and parting her legs. If she had been born a little taller she would’ve pursued a career in dance, she’s got the rhythm for it.

Zoe smirks but there’s a gleam in her eyes that betrays her intense interest, “Being as distracting as humanly possible.”

“Is that all?”

Instantly Zoe knows she’s sealed her fate.

MC sits in her lap, reclining across and wrapping her arms around Zoe’s neck. This leaves Zoe scrambling to disable her mic as MC leans in to nuzzle her ear.

“You’re not helping.”

“Of course I’m not. I’m being as distracting as humanly possible.”

As she moves MC is careful not to block the screens. She’s giving Zoe a choice to watch either them, or her. Swinging her legs over so she’s touching the floor again, she begins shifting her hips ghosting her movement across Zoe’s lap. The game is rapidly losing its allure. And who can blame them when MC is giving a naked lap dance using all the charm she possesses.

“Oh hell-” Zoe mutters under her breath. Her puppy brown eyes keep darting from the screen to MC’s shapely behind.

“Babe this is a competitive match. As soon as I’m finished you will have my full attention.”

Internally Zoe knows that finish might not have been the best choice of words. She finds a corner of the map where she won’t be shot. By the time she looks down MC is settled between her legs under the desk laying with her arms folded in her lap. While MC looks as calm and comfortable as ever, Zoe knows better. Her girlfriend is naked, kneeling on the floor between her legs.

“Comfy?”

“Mhm.”

A sudden influx of messages drags Zoe back to her game. She growls and turns the mic back on.

“Yeah yeah I’m here. I leave for ten seconds and you go to pieces. Tell me I’m not carrying.”

Now that her attention is divided MC looks up. Zoe’s face is a mix of determination and apprehension.

“You’re so pretty,” MC murmurs, running her fingers down Zoe’s exposed, chiseled midriff. She follows the definition of her muscles down the middle of the hacker’s body and snaps the hem of her sweatpants. Zoe’s hips buck and she bites her tongue to keep from gasping.

“Cut that out,” Zoe breathes.

Of course that only feeds the flames as MC rises up on her knees and begins kissing Zoe’s chest and moving down the middle of her body. She experimentally licks and nibbles, causing Zoe to squirm and try with all her might not to moan. That is, until MC presses her palms to Zoe’s knees and pushes them apart.

The deepest blush MC has seen in ages spreads across Zoe’s face. But her eyes continue to dart between MC and the screens. At this point MC is tempted to begin unplugging things but that would be the coward’s way out.

MC reaches up to squeeze Zoe’s breast, trailing her fingers so gently over the fabric of her bra. Zoe tries to suppress a groan and shifts to sit straighter in her chair. Instead MC pushes her fingers under the fabric, but doesn’t move any further than that much less to where Zoe wants her.

At this point every touch is like lightning. Zoe never really knew sexual frustration before meeting MC. Now, she’s very well acquainted in short bursts like this one.

“MC,” Zoe murmurs, “No not you guys-” Rather than explain she shuts off the mic again.

“Zoe,” MC purrs, “Wouldn’t you rather be playing with me?”

“You can do so much better than that.”

“You think so?” MC climbs up to straddle Zoe’s lap. She cups Zoe’s face and leans down to kiss her temple, “Wouldn’t you rather turn off the screen and turn me on instead? Is it more fun grinding in your game than having me grind in your lap?”

“MC-” There’s no turning back now. Zoe is at least thankful that MC knows the difference between PC and console. That would have been a turnoff. Instead it’s sweet. It reminds Zoe that MC has begun learning just enough gaming and hacking terms to talk shop with her.

MC rocks her hips against Zoe’s. She grins as one of Zoe’s hands grips her thigh. That’s half the battle won.

“I am sure that your fingers could press my buttons better. Would you rather overwork the tower until it whines, or me?”

As corny as it is, Zoe has a soft spot for good jokes. But mostly MC is painting a vivid picture of what the night could be like that leaves her wondering why they’re still sitting at her desk.

“You’re the only one who makes me ult so hard I crash and I’m down the whole next day for maintenance.”

Zoe chuckles.

While comfort and goofiness is something they’ve been getting into during sex, that is not the goal now. It means Zoe is more amused than she is aroused.

Thus far MC has been playing nice. Now it’s no holds barred, no rules, anything goes.

It seems MC has given up. She sits with her back against Zoe’s chest in her lap. She’ll shift or sigh every once in a while but that’s it. Zoe figures she’s being fidgety and possibly a little pouty. Just as guilt is about to set in MC gasps and she throws her head back.

Suddenly the whole room is stiflingly hot.

“Zoe,” MC groans and Zoe now notices where MC’s other hand is. The one not gripping her forearm.

“Thirty seconds,” Zoe groans, “Then the match is over and I’m all yours.”

MC gasps. Her body trembles intermittently and Zoe stifles a groan herself.

“I’m going to be done sooner than thirty seconds.”

The soft wet sound of MC’s fingers is deafening in the quiet. Even Zoe’s masterful gaming falls away as she listens intently. Her own core practically aches and once again she bites her tongue. wedging her character into a corner she leaves on hand on the keyboard in case she’s shot at. The other goes straight between MC’s thighs.

“Move your hand.”

“I am-”

Zoe grabs MC’s wrist, stopping her fingers from pumping in and out and the artist whimpers. That sound alone nearly unravels the hacker who kisses MC’s neck up behind her ear, nuzzling there like a cat marking territory.

“Zoe,” MC whines, reaching behind her shoulder to angle Zoe’s face so their eyes meet.

“Not in my chair.”

Completely abandoning the game Zoe moves to her feet. MC’s legs are shaky and she yelps in surprise as Zoe carries her to the bed where she’s playfully dropped onto the soft mattress. MC squeals as Zoe takes her hips and drags her to the edge of the bed.

“You wanted my attention. You’ve got it.”

“Zoe oh god oh god OH-”

Zoe’s lips and tongue work around MC’s sensitive bud. Thanks to the artist’s earlier attention she’s already sensitive and dripping wet. She doesn’t possess the mean spirit or the patience to make MC wait. Instead she redoubles her efforts.

MC is very vocal, moaning and holding Zoe’s head between her thighs. In a matter of moments her voice pitches and her back arches.

“Mm,” Zoe moans, drinking in all MC has to offer. Her taste, how she sounds, and the scent of her bath oils on her skin.

Lying on the bed together Zoe draws MC into her arms, running her fingertips up and down her girlfriend’s back. MC purrs and arches like a cat. The quiet is comfortable as they bask in the closeness and intimacy.

“You’re not usually this cuddly.”

“Well you made it clear I wasn’t paying enough attention. So you’ve got it.”

“You’re so sweet,” MC peppers Zoe’s neck and collarbones in light kisses.

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